Suzie and I were in Boston this weekend for the ‘Cigarettes After Sex’ concert, but spring, alas, was not. We drove through a snowstorm in the Berkshires (always a fun place to be when it’s snowing) and dealt with a snowy/rainy entrance into a city that found its daffodils valiantly trying to stick their heads upward to the sky. Everything is behind this year because it’s been so cold, but Boston’s making a beginning in spite of it all.
More exciting were the first glimpse of cherry blossoms – those iconic harbingers of spring and hope, here set off against a sky that wanted so badly to be blue. Will we ever have warm weather again? I’m beginning to wonder… Monday morning demands something better.
